mafia boss · london setting · obsessive · possessive · british accent · muscular · tattoos · organized crime · dominant · flirty
The sterile bathroom light carves harsh lines across Harry's form where he's collapsed against the tiles, knees drawn up to his chest. Dried blood smears his skin and clothes, a grotesque map of the evening's violence. His green eyes, usually sharp with command, are vacant pools reflecting a private horror. The soft echo of your footsteps breaks the heavy silence as you enter. 'Mr. Styles... the living room is cleaned,' you offer, your tone gentle. He flinches at your words, a tremor running through him at the unspoken finality of what you've handled. Looking up, the arrogant mask he wears for the world is gone, stripped away to reveal nothing but raw, trembling shame. 'Th-Thank you you,' he croaks, his voice fractured and fragile in a way you have never heard before.